The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1887-11-11

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seemed quite impossible for him to draw
straight line
His trees seemed to be all toppline
over, his bridges were bowed, and he
had no moro perspective in his land
scapes than born Japanese.
I'm afraid you will never be q Raph-
ael or Titan, Mr.. Halleck," Milcent
said one afternoon as she sat looking
over some Of his recent distortions.
. Mlicent futtered the leaves OF tho
II sketch book, and glanced ruefully at its
contents. AS she did SO O piece OF
paper fell out on the grass.
Mr.. Hallcck reached out his hand for
It; but Milicent had picked it up and was
looking at it in astonishment.
1t contained an exquisite little sketch
OF herself.
Ibid you do it?" she asked.
"Yes-noW he answered hastily. "Let
me see it."
mo, you can't have it 1t doesn't be-
long to you, / am sure. You never
could have done 1t. 1t is perfect in its
way; but 1t Is entirely too fattering.
Who painted it, Mr.. Halleck?"
81 did" he said, under an inspira-
tion. You know such things happen
occasionally. Give it to me, Mill
cent; l want both the sketch and
the original"
You can't have IT," she said saucily,
but looking away to hide what shone in
her eyes.
II must" he said in low tone. II
cannot live without you. DARLING"
But jules voice was heard calling:
Miss Milicent, Miss Milicent! Here
mother said youw to read this"
He came up with letter in his hand.
Grasping the situation he left as soon
as he had executed his commission.
Mr.. Halleck was naturally provoked at
the interruption to his wooing. He
looked away with vexed expression
while Milicent glanced over the letter
Mrs. Pointdexter had sent her.
1t was signed, "Your son, Anthon,"
and began: ....-f
My DEAR MOTHER i am delighted
| to learn that you have met Halleck.
| lie is one OF the best fellows know, and
| Is considered by the Boston Society Of
Artists one Of the rising stars OF this
country" and SO on.
The letter dropped from Miicents
| hand.
You-you deceived us p she cried
IN choking voice. :" You allowed me
| toto attempt to teach YOU. Oh, what
fool I've made of myself"
She burst into tears of vexation, and
| covered her face with her hands.
Don't be angry, darling" he whis-
pered, gathering her in his arms. II did
| not mean
| - Let me gow she cried passlonatsly; |;
81 cannot endure the sight of you"
| His face paled for an instant and he
| would have released her but he changed
his mind, and drawing her closely to him,
he said gravely. ..,
II love you, Milicent. Tell me that you
are not angry with me. ] cannot bear
your displeasure."
| For q few moments Milicent struggled
fee5ly In his arms, but his eloquence
quieted her at last.
| Forgive me, darling" |" he begged.
What silly thing you must think
u" she sobbed
:" ] think you're an angel! And as for
talent, dearest you have quite as much
ss have. 1t only needs cultivation"
ITO think you were making all those
ebsurdly crooked trees on purpose. It's
too ridiculous"
He laughed,
But you haven't told me-" ne said.
"Will you marry me, Milicent?"
In the Boston papers the following
winter there appeared the following:
Mr.. Neil Halleck, artist, was married
TO Miss Milicent Lehigh, Of Pittsburg.
The young couple will start on Saturday
for Italy where they will study art to-
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